Books read in February 2013

Firstly, I have a confession to make:

Despite my best intentions, I’m having serious time management issues at the moment, not to mention some other stresses like my cat needing part of his tail amputated this week, so I’m not going to worry too much about doing more individual AWW2013 reviews until after June.

Yes, you may judge me.

February’s books!

Persuasion

Jane Austen

Classic

The Wire: Urban Decay and American Television

Tiffany Potter and C W Marshall (eds)

Non fiction (television)

My Life as a Book

Janet Tajishan

Middle school

The Daughters of Juarez: A true story of serial murder south of the border

Teresa Rodrigues, Diana Montane with Lisa Pulitzer

True crime

Scattered: The inside story of ice in Australia

Malcolm Knox

True crime

Australian

Frantic

Katherine Howell

Crime

Australian, AWW2013

First Family: Abigail and John Adams

Joseph J Ellis

History

The Darkest Hour

Katherine Howell

Crime

Australian, AWW2013

Cold Justice

Katherine Howell

Crime

Australian, AWW2013

Violent Exposure

Katherine Howell

Crime

Australian, AWW2013

Stealing Parker

Miranda Keneally

YA

Mistress of the Art of Death

Ariana Franklin

Crime

Good news, everyone! It only took me, like, 45 minutes to figure out how to get my table to paste! I wish I could remember how I did it last month. I think I just went ctrl+v and it appeared.

WordPress, I am side-eyeing you so hard.

Anyway, highlights! Actually, this is almost a whole month of highlights!

Obviously, after For Darkness Shows the Stars last month, I had to read Persuasion. It was an odd experience, because the first time I read it, I swallowed without question the widespread belief among Austen fans that Captain Wentworth is her greatest non-Darcy hero. This time, I kept feeling like he was a bit of a jerk, spending a lot of the book being deliberately cruel to Anne, and really only taking notice of her when she becomes appealing to other men.

The Wire: Urban Decay and American Television was a highly frustrating book of essays about, yes, The Wire. And urban decay. And American television. Frustrating because these are proper academic essays, yet they repeatedly failed at feminism and intersectionality.Like the essay on The Wire‘s depictions of African-American motherhood, which didn’t mention Kima and Cheryl, or the essay that acknowledges that Zenobia is a girl (and a very feminine girl, too, I note, whose delinquency is marked by using her comb as a weapon), but for the purposes of this essay she’s a boy? It was weirdly tone deaf, especially when there’s a lot of academic writing about the erasure of black femininity. The book also describes Rhonda Pearlman in sexist clichés (married to her job!), and barely mentions Kima at all. Some poor editing there, imho.

My Life as a Book is a middle-grade novel about a high spirited kid — verging on having behavioural problems — and the summer he spends attending learning camp, befriending the teacher’s pet and uncovering a mystery in his own past.It was very charming, but also frustrating, in that I just wanted more of everything. In some ways, brevity is the natural condition of an MG novel, but this was also explicitly aimed at non-readers — the margins are full of cartoons illustrating the meaning of the more difficult words — so it was especially pronounced. But I thoroughly enjoyed it, and got quite teary at the end.

I’ve been interested in learning more about the Juarez murders for years, so I finally ordered The Daughters of Juarez from BookDepository in January. I chose it because it was the only English book on the subject written by a Latina, which I hoped would make it less exploitative than some of the other titles seemed. And certainly I’ve seen worse writing about violent murders of women, but even with three female authors, there was a lot of emphasis on the slim bodies and full lips of the victims, even the ones in their early teens.That aside, it was a good, clear look at the murders, the investigations and the politics that enabled one and impeded the other. And, although the author is herself American, she doesn’t let the USA or capitalism off the hook, highlighting the role played by free trade agreements and US companies in creating conditions ripe for the economic and sexual exploitation of women.

Scattered: the story of ice in Australia — more true crime! Sometimes I have a hankering. It’s a bit shameful, yes. Anyway, this is a look at methamphetamine from a number of points of view — casual users, addicts, victims of ice-related crime, police, cooks. The only point of view not represented is that of the kingpins responsible for overseeing the manufacture and sale of large quantities, and I’m guessing they weren’t much for talking. It’s an interesting book that argues that, while users of other drugs generally commit crimes only when in need of money for another fix, there seems to be a particular link between meth use and violence.

First Family: Abigail and John Adams was a fairly light biography of the only Founding Father I can name, and his marriage. (Okay, there was also Jefferson … and Washington … Lincoln wasn’t a Founding Father, was he? He was a few generations later. Um … Benjamin Franklin?)As you can see, I’m a relative novice when it comes to the US revolution — I had appendicitis the week we covered it at school — but this was easy to follow, and a good overall introduction to some interesting people. I’m pretty sure I bought the Kindle when I was in Boston last year, and reading it made me desperately want to go back.

Stealing Parker was a recommendation from Amie Kaufman at our writers’ retreat last weekend. It’s a short (but not light!) story of a nice southern Christian girl whose life falls apart when her mother moves out … with another woman. Ostracised by her friends and church, Parker sets out to prove her heterosexuality beyond a doubt — until she falls for the new assistant baseball coach. Who is also a teacher.I found Parker a likeable character, full of flaws — a product of her time, ie, now, she truly believes that boys have no feelings about sex except desire, and they can’t be hurt by her unintentional cruelty — but charming as she fumbles her way towards adulthood. The novel is primarily concerned with sex, religion and friendship, and I liked that, although Parker’s church is depicted as being thoroughly homophobic and unpleasant, she attends another one which is welcoming and open.Sometimes I take a look at Amazon reviews to see if people are Being Wrong about a book, and how. Here, I was expecting one-star reviews from Christians who objected to the sex, swearing and gayness. Instead, there were a bunch of five-stars from Christians praising it, and a heap of one-star reviews complaining that the heroine was Christian and talked too much about God.

Mistress of the Art of Death is a medieval mystery about a cheerfully anachronistic female doctor who is sent, along with her Jewish and Muslim colleagues, to investigate a serial killer in 12th century Cambridge. I really enjoyed Adelia’s adventures, the critical eye she casts over Henry II’s England, and her general competence.I was less keen on the love interest, who is, IMO, a pig. It rather annoyed me that a character who has dedicated her life to chastity and intellect even needed a love interest, but the story was quite interesting when she found her chastity being challenged by gasp attraction. But by the time it was revealed that sex with the love interest can heal psychological trauma, I was pretty eyerolly.However, the rest of the book was good, and the series is quite short, the author having died a couple of years ago, so I’ve ordered the next two books from Brotherhood Books.

Finally, I read a whole lot of Katherine Howell’s Ella Marconi series, and enjoyed them quite a bit, even though I found myself increasingly frustrated by certain niggles. Said niggles:

Marconi’s Sydney is still very white, straight and middle class. I was quite shocked when two gay couples turned up in the fourth book, and working class people tend to be red herrings and criminals. With the exception of Marconi herself, the vast proportion of characters are Anglo-Saxons. We’ve had one Asian character in four books.

Marconi has a boyfriend! Only he doesn’t like the time she dedicates to work! Even though he himself is a police detective! So he gets really passive-aggressive! WE’VE SEEN THIS STORY SO MANY TIMES AND IT DOESN’T GET ANY LESS ANNOYING!

I’m beginning to have serious doubts about the New South Wales ambulance service in general, and those paramedics stationed at The Rocks in particular. Staff attrition rates due to arrest and prosecution for minor crimes must be massive.

There’s a character in the second book whose entire purpose is to be unpleasant to the paramedic protagonist. To the point where, if this was real life, she’d be sacked for unprofessional behaviour and bullying. (The protagonist is in love with this character’s fiance. Who is himself a player of mindgames, and undeserving of the protagonist’s love, but they wind up married in a future book, so.) The fiancee is materialistic, manipulative, selfish and generally cruel. When this type turns up in Asian dramas, my BFF calls them “Robot Girlfriends”, and that’s what this character is — she’s a robot programmed to make the heroine look good. It’s a cheap trick.

A character in the fourth book does something so stupid, unethical and wrong that I spent the entire book waiting for him to face the consequences … and he didn’t.

With all these complaints, why did I keep reading? And why am I planning to keep going with the rest of the series? Basically, Howell constructs a really good mystery. Her endings are a bit rushed and whiplashy, but the plots themselves are great.

If my list of whinges has put you off, I will still recommend Cold Justice, the third book in the series, just for being a really nice, multi-layered mystery. It has the annoying love interest for Marconi, and really needed another chapter where everyone lines up to kick a particular antagonist in the balls over and over again, but it was a good read, and for once, the involvement of the paramedics didn’t seem contrived.